Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 181: Enemies on a Narrow Road

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Enemies on a Narrow Road

When Yang Fan was riding hard in the bathroom, with the water splashing about, the echoing throb of intense electronic music was accompanied by the licentious moans in the private room, where the cries of several women rose and fell in a tangled chorus.

Old Zhou had also begun to completely let himself go.

In the realm of unrestrained pleasure, he was truly a veteran connoisseur.

He was game for anything, be it lewd or innocuous, with a policy of never turning anyone away and doing whatever pleased him.

In the restroom, Yang Fan had Wang Zhaodi climb down from the washbasin and turn around to brace herself against the toilet.

Approaching from behind was a different kind of thrill, making the young girl’s body seem even tighter.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

Wang Zhaodi’s cries grew more urgent with the increasing pace of Yang Fan’s movements, as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button.

"Brother, are there other positions? Whatever you do is fine with me," Wang Zhaodi suddenly asked, panting.

"No need, I’m about to finish," Yang Fan said.

He had received quite the stimulation that day. When those bare-ass girls had been dancing and shaking their buttocks, he was already struggling to hold back, and then Wang Zhaodi had seductively sat next to him completely naked for a good while.

Now, with such friction in this ultimate tightness, being able to hold on for half an hour longer was already pushing his limits.

"Ah, then you should pull out, Brother," Wang Zhaodi said.

"Indeed, I’m there. Quick, turn around," Yang Fan shouted abruptly after several intense thrusts.

Wang Zhaodi didn’t know what was happening, but she hurriedly turned around.

Yang Fan grunted, releasing all over Wang Zhaodi’s supple and ample breasts.

"Ah..."

Wang Zhaodi let out a surprised cry and quickly shut her mouth.

After Yang Fan was done, Wang Zhaodi touched the substance and asked, "Why didn’t you finish inside, Brother?"

Yang Fan was stunned by her willingness.

"What if you got pregnant?" Yang Fan said.

"Oh, right... But there must be ways to prevent that, right?" Wang Zhaodi replied, "After this, I’ll find out more, and next time you can finish inside, Brother. You didn’t hold it against us for blocking your path and robbing you, and now you’re even helping me. I should be more understanding, right?"

"We’ve been square for a while now. Don’t worry about that anymore. Go ahead and clean up quickly," Yang Fan said.

"Okay."

When Wang Zhaodi had cleaned herself up, and they came out of the restroom, the outside VIP room was ablaze with activity.

"That bastard really lied to me, just look at her," Wang Zhaodi suddenly said with hatred.

At that moment, her classmate was energetically gyrating on Old Zhou, almost leaving a blur with her buttocks.

"You’ve come to your senses? Once you’re in a place like this, it’s not so easy to leave. It’s not about being controlled by someone, but by the allure of easy money. She’s well aware of that, which is why she spoke that way," Yang Fan said with a shake of his head, "From now on, keep your eyes peeled."

"Mmm," Wang Zhaodi nodded vigorously.

When he sat down on the sofa, Yang Fan leaned over to Old Zhou.

He was about to tease Old Zhou when Wang Zhaodi’s classmate saw Yang Fan and immediately grabbed his hand, pressing it onto her bouncing fullness, "Brother, let’s have some fun later, shall we?"

"You keep moving. Always wanting what’s in the pot while eating what’s in your bowl, why are you so greedy?" Old Zhou complained as he yanked at the woman’s fullness, clearly annoyed.

"What’s wrong with wanting a bite when I see someone as handsome? It’s not like I’m stopping you from having your fun, Brother Zhou!" the woman said sweetly, her flirty eyes squeezed into an artificial and professional pose.

Old Zhou shook his head and lamented to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, I can’t bring you to places like this anymore. As soon as you come, all these flirts lose interest in me. They all want to throw themselves at you."

Before he had even finished speaking, a girl had already flung herself into Yang Fan’s arms.

Old Zhou’s face turned dark as he said, "You see, you see."

Yang Fan chuckled, "What can I do if the capital my parents gave me is so substantial?"

"Shameless. Are you done already?" Old Zhou asked.

Yang Fan nodded.

Suddenly, Old Zhou picked up some clothes that were set aside, took a small bottle out of the pocket, and handed it to Yang Fan, "Here, take two of these, take a break, and then finish off these little teases one by one."

Although Yang Fan had never seen this stuff before, he could somewhat guess what it was.

He waved his hand and said, "I’m young and vigorous, I don’t need these things for now."

"Don’t come begging me later. Put it back if you don’t want it. And don’t even think about sneaking off; we came here together, and we must leave together perfectly intact. Otherwise, I can’t explain it to your sister-in-law. We’re staying up all night, and we’ll go back together in the morning. We don’t get to come out often, so let’s play to our heart’s content," Old Zhou said.

Yang Fan actually was thinking of playing a bit longer before leaving.

Otherwise, he was sure to receive a deadly barrage of questions from Little Mother.

Little Mother’s inspections were no less formidable than Zhu Shanshan’s.

"I didn’t expect you to be so addicted. Then I’ll tell the family." Yang Fan shook his head.

The woman nestled in his arms was already very actively busy, her nimble tongue roaming freely over his body. Yang Fan apologetically explained and then got dressed and left the private room.

No sooner had he stepped out than he ran head-on into someone he didn’t want to see at all.

Tian Gaofei!

This Old Bastard, he didn’t know when, had apparently been discharged from the hospital and was leaning against the wall opposite, playing with his phone.

"Yang Fan?!"

Seeing Yang Fan, Tian Gaofei’s eyebrows shot up. He threw the cigarette in his hand fiercely onto the ground and lunged over.

"Boss Tian, long time no see!" Yang Fan greeted him with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"I’ll long time no see your mom. Was it you, you little shit, who beat me up before?"

Tian Gaofei’s bulky body swooped in front of Yang Fan, grabbing him by the collar.

Yang Fan immediately said with a frightened look, "Mr. Tian, what are you talking about? How dare I hit you, I’m not even in the same league. Your fists are hard; mine are soft. We’re not on the same level, so please don’t joke around like this with me."

Tian Gaofei snorted coldly, "Kid, you talk a good game. Cut the crap; I know it was you who did it!"

"Mr. Tian, if you’re looking for trouble, I’ll take it, but you can’t frame me!" Yang Fan said.

"If not you, then who? Kid, you hit pretty hard. I’m still not fully recovered because of you. Tell me, how are we going to settle this?" Tian Gaofei growled menacingly as he gripped Yang Fan’s collar.

Yang Fan grimaced, "Boss Tian, you can’t bully me like this. Why pin it all on me?"

"Kid, keep pretending, keep it up!" Tian Gaofei barked coldly, dragging Yang Fan toward the opposite private room.

Yang Fan did not resist; he decided to assess the situation first.

The private room was smoky and even messier than Old Zhou’s.

Three men were attacking a woman from both the front and the back, and five or six other girls were eagerly providing support.

Among those three men, two were very familiar to Yang Fan.

They were the same two who had cornered Yu Hong Dou in an alley that day.

One of them had a blocky, square face that looked as if it had been pressed out of a mold.

And on the wall of the private room, there hung a banner congratulating Mr. Tian on his discharge.

So, Tian Gaofei had just been discharged today, and this was his welcome-back party.